#the angst is real man

[whataduck]

scars, 1

more comic and transcript under cut

AAAND CUT!

mostly just me thinking about what arti thinks of her own scars, and there's more coming, eventually >:). It takes a long time to draw though :')

transcript:

Image 1: At first, my scars were an ugly reminder of the volatile ability I have.

Image 2: Which threatens to

BREAK

OUT

Image 3: though... My pups made me realize that didn't have to be the case.

Image 6: My ability gives me the strength to protect, and my scars are a testament to that.

#rain world #rainworld #rain world downpour #abyssdoodl #rw artificer #artificer slugpups #rw downpour #eyestrain #my arti just got more and more anthroified throughout the comic lol #i was like man i am doing some real human like poses how am i doing that adn then i Realized #her relationship with her scars are more compliated than whats portrayed here but i couldnt fit more in #also #angst is coming #beware #and dammit i always forget image desc. and transcripts etc.

[mitch-the-silly]

Hi I’m new to your blog so I apologize if I requested anything wrong in this ask

Could I request a vox x reader where reader comes crying to vox and as he is trying to comfort her someone walks in which makes him switch up to kind and soft to mean and unfair towards reader at one point even pointing out her insecuritys on accident which makes reader cry more and kinda distance herself from him. How would vox feel and comfort ready after this?

Thanks and have An amazing day!

No no, it's ok! You'll find that I LOVE writing angst. It's honestly my area of expertise. And I LOVED this idea so much that when I was looking through my asks just now, I was like "Eh, lemme go to sleep" but I saw your ask and knew I could afford to sleep a bit later!

Anyway, mean Vox is very much real to me (mayhaps even canon)-

For extra angst, The one to walk in will be Valentino and some other Overlords (but mainly Valentino because I hate his goofy, bald ass).

Vox x fem!reader

Angst!!!

Warnings: Valentino (EWWWW)

"Roses are Made of Thons"

You felt distressed, only one person in this world could console you and you knew it. So you ran to his office and buried yourself in his chest. Your lover, Vox, held you close to him. He was caressing your face with gentle care. He was always so gentle and loving with you, so when he asked you what was wrong and you told him about your sorrows, you confided he’d keep to himself and help you.

“I… I tried my best, and I think I still look terrible! I mean, look at me… I just…” You sniffled, hiccupping from how desperate you were.

“Hey… hey… what did we say? I love you just the way you are. I think you’re cute, you don’t need to try to look good when you already look good.” He spoke, kissing your cheek.

“Really? Are you sure…? I just… I see all the models in your shows… and… I just…” You mumbled, tears threatening to stream down again.

“It’s just a show. And it's meant to appease those dirty fuckers who look like ugly fucking losers with absolutely zero contact with women. It’s not based on my standards…” He reassured you, kissing you again.

However, this would soon be gone, because the door to his office opened without a previous announcement, and storming in came Valentino along with some other overlords. “Ugh, Vox, I need you to settle something- Oh. Are you getting taken care of by your little putita?~” Valentino cooed at him, making fun of your relationship.

You knew he had a thing for Vox, and were very much aware he was salty that Vox had decided to be loyal to you. So it was obvious Valentino hated your guts despite you not really interacting with him.

“It’s nothing important, what do you need?” He smiled, wiping your tears and placing you on his lap. He held your head to his chest, trying to hide your lack of composure.

“Well, look, I had a few drug deals with these two, and I thought you’d paid them but- Vox… why is she moving like that?” Valentino paused, lowering his sunglasses and squinting at you attempting to see better.

“I already told you it was nothing. Are you gonna speak or not?” Vox scoffed, nudging you to stop it.

“She’s distracting me, Vox. Control your bitches or I’ll teach her how I control mine.” Valentino huffed, lighting his cigarette and rolling his eyes.

“Y/n, stop crying, I’m busy right now, go and cry somewhere else please.” Vox spoke, turning towards you, and pushing you off his lap. You tried to wipe your tears, but they kept rolling down your cheek.

Was this really what he was acting like right now? “V-vox but…”

“What is she even bitching about anyway? I bet it’s that outfit she had on. It’s not doing her any favors. I’d cry too if I was in that rag.” Valentino joked cruelly, the other overlords laughed… Vox did too.

“She’s just crying over her not looking good, cut her some slack!” Vox chuckled, and then he turned towards you. “Come on, I’ll get back to you once I’m done with this. Meet me in my room, sweetie.” Vox spoke casually, dismissing you completely.

You couldn’t believe it… he was just shoving you to the side. Giving you the cold shoulder over Valentino and the other overlords… He was making fun of you and even told them the one thing you told him not to say.

You felt hot tears roll down your cheek, and you ran out of the room. Ignoring Vox’s request to wait for him in his room. Matter of fact, you stayed in your own room for a couple of days, sulking, desiring to never see him again after what he’d done to you. You could hear him knock at your door, and try to make amends, but you simply couldn’t bring yourself to open the door.

After a few days, you finally decided to come out of your room. Vox had been watching your hallway’s cameras for the past few days, and the second he spotted you out, he zapped to where you were.

“Y/n! Please! Can we talk?” He asked as you turned away form him, still mad at him.

“Please, I know I acted like an asshole, but… I just… If I showed them a soft side they weren’t gonna take me seriously! My whole business is a fake image of myself! If I don't uphold it, I'm fucked! My whole empire falls apart!” He cried out, almost groveling at your feet.

“You… you didn't have to tell them that about me… what I was insecure about…” You mumbled, tears threatening to creep in again.

“I know! And… I… I’m sorry, I was a fucking idiot and I was just feeding Valentino’s little games. I’m way too used to it, but I… I need to work on it, just please… Please don’t leave me! I fucked up, ok? I’m human, please don’t leave me over something I regret doing!” He pleaded, walking closer to you and taking your hand. Begging you for forgiveness.

“I… I need a bit more time… but… I accept your apology…” You mumbled, looking away. “Don’t do that again…”

“I won’t, I promise! I’ll give you your time, just… please don’t cut me off… The days you didn't talk to me were miserable… Please… I can’t live without you…” He begged.

“I heard you the first time… I’ll text you, don’t worry…” You mumbled back, reentering your room.

It was sort of a win for Vox, but he’d gotten too carried away. He’d already made sure to cuss out Valentino for his behavior. But he really had to get his life together. He just knew that if he pulled another one like this, he’d lose her.

#hazbin vox #hazbin hotel #vox header #hazbin hotel vox #vox x reader #vox angst #vox x reader angst #vox x you #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel angst #hazbin angst #vox is just so bbg i swear #man-child vox is so real #man-child vox #valentino #valentino hate #valentino hazbin hotel

[fox-guardian]

[ID: A digital drawing of Oliver Banks and Tim Stoker on a pink background. Oliver is a thin black man with dark skin, locs half pulled into a bun, and eyebrow piercing, a lip ring, stud earrings, and cartilage piercings. He is wearing oval glasses on a chain, a red t-shirt, gray boxers, and white crew socks. Tim is a mid-sized Latino trans man with light brown skin, a lilac side-shaved mullet, a small goatee, body hair, and a cut in his brow. He is wearing rectangular glasses, a purple t-shirt, aqua boxers, and dark purple socks with lighter purple toes. Tim is sitting cross-legged and is holding a game controller in one hand, and Oliver is sitting behind him, leaning into him as he hugs him from behind, squeezing his middle and reaching for his chest under his shirt with one hand. Tim holds that arm with his free hand, and smiles as Oliver kisses at his neck. "Comfy?" he asks, and Oliver replies "mhm~". end ID]

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happy tim stoker tuesday have my rarepair being cute and gay

#fg's art #the magnus archives #tma #tim stoker #oliver banks #timoliver #tim stoker tuesday #i just think they're neat!! #end boys in love <3 #living vicariously through oliver with this one. i too wanna Hold That Man #also i forgot oliver's tattoos but hhhh i can't be bothered to add them in rn #also also idk what. version of them this is lol. i guess it'd be pre-avatar edition?? less angst #oliver's hair isn't the right length for that but i didn't have a real idea of Which Version this would be when i was drawing it #i was just being gay

[hessolivagant]

redraw of the gayest scene in stranger things

Haha jk thought you were going to get something silly? No screw you

#byler endgame #byler tumblr #mike wheeler #byler is real #stranger things #byler #i know what you are mike wheeler #mike is in love with will #mike wheeler is gay #byler angst #byler fanart #miwi art #miwi #mike and will #mike wheeler and will byers #mike wheeler angst #will byers angst #mike is a gay man #mike is gay

[her-biness]

Messy oldleb. He deserves to grow old and live a life full of laughter and love, I think.

#critical role #caleb widogast #my art #cr #mighty nein #cr campaign 2 #peepaw Caleb #I know he will be an old man and essek will be essek but have you considered he’s still hot #lifespan angst isn’t real it can’t hurt me look at that face #critical role art #fanart #critical role fanart #very ​messy and quick but I think he’s neat #based off of a still life ref I dug for #bc no one makes sexy old man ref anymore which is frankly a tragedy

[starcurtain]

Post 2.1 Ratiorine Thought(s)

Under the read more because of 2.1 spoilers

Nothing really advanced or complicated to say; I did a lot of laughing and panicking and "Awww"ing during their moments in the story. (Tiny Aventurine, you will always be a legend.)

But the one thing I really, really hope fandom will latch on to is something that might represent a slight shift in Aventurine's characterization in fics... I was toying with this thought even before 2.1, but the patch definitely solidified it.

Rather than the one to jump straight into the (at least physical aspects of the) relationship, I definitely think Aventurine is much more likely to be the kind of person to hold himself entirely aloof from anyone he develops any genuine interest in--because literally every single person he has ever truly cared about has violently died, in acts of horrific misfortune which are directly tied in Aventurine's mind with his own "luck."

I think that the moment he recognizes himself having even the slightest bit of genuine feeling for Ratio (or any character people might ship him with, really), he would fold his cards like wet tissue and run for the hills.

Nothing good has ever come from him caring for someone, and every golden glimmer of his otherworldly fortune has been bought at his loved ones' blood price.

Aventurine doesn't take deals that aren't beneficial for him.

And there's no way he can survive another loss.

The more he actually cares about someone, the further and further a relationship gets from ever being in the cards.

#honkai star rail #aventurine #dr. ratio #dr. ratio x aventurine #ratiorine #aventio #aventurine was literally created to be angst incarnate #someone on that dev team said #how can we make the most wooby little man possible #and they really did it #I just think Aventurine sees himself as cursed #while everyone else sees that he only ever wins #what do those wins matter when everything he cares about is gone? #I can't see him wanting to risk that suffering ever again #it would be a FIGHT to get him to ever admit to having a single real feeling for someone again #I want to see that fight though...

[turtletoria]

writhing on the floor in pain

#turtlearts #wordgirl #wg #dr two brains #hes rendered a little strangely since i was using jerma face cam as a reference. and as u all know that mans lighting- #is absolute dogshit #his facecam is like 144 hp with lighting that looks like hes streaming from chernobyl #but honestly thats the charm of jerma streams <3 the moment he fixes the cam its all downhill from there #also personally i dont think that 2 brains is stinky. hes a mouse/rat/rodent thing. and they tend to be very clean #maybe his clothes may be messy tho since mice dont um. wear clothes. so there may be less priority there #2 brains got a little snaggle tooth. teehee. crooked teethed guys for the win #you know when u look at something for so long that you can feel an art block coming on. becuase uh. uh oh #also the writhing on the floor in pain thing. its real physical pain not the hee haha angst pain #my bodys all fucked up man

[mysteryboy1249]

Y'all who was going to tell me that the "Subaru" in "Okiya Subaru" is legitimately the same kanji as the car brand? And while in disguise, Akai drives a Subaru??

Imagine Akai needing to find a name after faking his death, and a la "Edogawa Conan" naming style, looks at this new car he got for his cover and is like excellent that's my name now. This headcanon now lives rent free in my head.

#silver bullet solidarity at being real fucking bad at creating fake names for themselves #I don't care the real reason he is named okiya subaru is because of the voice actor this is wayyy funnier #the amount of jokes people could make at a man named Subaru driving a Subaru #ain't no way furuya didn't make the connection and constantly bully him for it whenever he's not full of angst and rage towards him #idk why I find this so funny but it makes me cackle so much #the ghost credit imma buy a subaru vine already lives in my head rent free whenever I see a Subaru irl and now this will also pop up #detco #dcmk #akai shuichi #okiya subaru #detective conan #headcanon

[nburkhardt]

There might be a lot of them but I mean, how could I not try my hand at this? Especially after watching this and going “yep that hurts”. Granted, I ended up just using the line (“I know he used to be an asshole but…”) instead of going off the sound a whole lot.

Anyway….timeline is all screwed, don’t think about it too hard. Also clearly not canon. Obviously. Only hints of steddie.

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Look, he knows okay? It’s pretty well known across town. It’s no secret and he’s ashamed of it all, it’s something he doesn’t want to reminisce anymore. He’s grown and he thinks he’s better, hopes he’s better. Swears he hasn’t been like that for a few years now, so why does everyone keep bringing it up?

Why does he have to keep proving himself? What does he have to do for them to stop bringing it up?

The first time it happens, he brushes it off. Mostly because it’s true, he was an asshole and he was still learning and breaking himself from who he was. So, it makes sense for Nancy to say it to Barb and then again weeks later to Jonathan. Truth be told, he thinks neither of them believed Nancy.

(it’s a stab straight to the heart when she calls him bullshit)

It’s months before he hears it again, that he nearly forgot the words. It makes him freeze when he hears it from Dustin as he’s cleaning the Byers’s kitchen. The kid is arguing with his friends about why he’s even here. It’s like he’s hit with a bucket of cold water to hear, “sure, he can be an asshole but he’s here to help!”

Sure those words work to help the other kids lay off Dustin’s back, helps make them grumble less about him. But to him? The words sting and it feels worse coming from the kid who he actually likes, thinks they could be close. Clearly there’s a line between them.

He does forget the words, not even an hour later when Billy fucking Hargrove smashes a plate against his head and beats the shit out of him.

Almost a year later and who he was is thrown directly in his face on his first day of work at Scoops. It’s such a slap to the face, not even a full week after his dad cuts him off.

“Thought an asshole like you would on his way to college with daddy’s credit card”

The smile he had on his face just barely falls, mostly because he forces it to stay in place. It also stays because he’s frozen mid-step to introduce himself. Instead, he drops his hand and moves around her and starts working. The words swirling in his head all day, making him stay quiet and just do the job. Even when girls flirt with him, he ignores and works through it.

The “You Suck/You Rule” board came to be a few days later and he sucks it up and is civil with Robin over it, gives it his all to be friendly. If only just to make this job easier and so he doesn’t get fired for being rude. It isn’t until Dustin comes back from camp and the whole Russians and drugs on the floor for Robin to say it again

“You were such an asshole…”

He doesn’t fully hear what she says, it’s hard with the ringing in his ears and his brain froze the minute the word came out.

After it all, even with his brain screaming at him to run away to lick in his wounds, he doesn’t. Forces himself to see one of the EMTs and to help Robin find her parents and promises that she can call whenever she needs something. It’s only after that, that he makes his way home to have a breakdown over it all.

Despite it all, he does call Robin and Dustin his best friends. (Probably his only true friends, if he’s honest.) And he regularly hangs out with them, and sometimes drives Dustin and his friends around. It stops only because he and Robin get jobs at Family Video and the kids start high school.

He breathes easier now, he thinks. He’s been out of high school for a while now, hasn’t been “King Steve” since ‘83. Robin and him are close enough now that he doesn’t freeze anymore, only overthinks their friendship a little bit.

Spring Break rolls around and the moment Dustin and Max storm into Family Video, he’s immediately on edge. Doesn’t show it, of course. The whole search for Eddie Munson, he’s on edge.

He can’t tell if it’s because of the upside down or if those words will make itself known, again.

Everything is a blur, to be honest. Especially after he’s dragged under water and choked by the bats. Nothing really processes for him, it should worry him, actually.

What he does remember is thanking Eddie and being called metal and Eddie saying, “I guess I couldn’t accept the fact that Steve Harrington was actually a good dude”

That somehow swirls in his head after and he doesn’t get it. He’s spiraling over it, to be honest. Even if he’s also on autopilot making sure no one dies. After it all, rushing everyone to get their wounds checked and to make sure Max is alive, Eddie’s words are still swirling and he’s still confused.

He thinks about it every single day that he visits Eddie in the hospital. The other man isn’t awake, much like Max. He doesn’t speak much during the visits, too busy in his own head. Sometimes he mumbles the words back to a too-still Eddie, sometimes he questions the words and in turn, questions Eddie. Never getting any answers to his questions.

If he’s being honest, he doesn’t actually want answers. Maybe Eddie didn’t mean it, maybe he was just being nice in the moment. And he doesn’t want to hear Eddie say “thanks for saving me, but you’re still an asshole”

If he heard that, he’d probably break.

So, he stays quiet. Much like all those other times his friends called him an asshole.

Weeks go by and he doesn’t bring it up. Doesn’t even mention anything that happened in the upside down, even after Eddie wakes up and they’re friends now. Even after Max wakes up, nearly three months later.

They all regularly hang out together, including Eddie’s band mates. Who he can tell definitely don’t like him. So when they’re around, he doesn’t even bother Eddie. Even if all he wants to do is be near the metal head. But he can see it on their faces when he does stand close to Eddie, they never say anything in front of him and he can’t tell if he feels better about that or if he’d rather they do say with him near.

Ultimately, he hears the words again and causes him to actually have that breakdown he knew was coming.

It’s like the world hates him. Because he was having a good time, he was starting to actually believe Eddie’s words and was inching his way to the man, and of the places it happens at his house.

He’s sitting on a lounge chair watching Dustin try and fail at pushing Lucas into the water. Eddie’s curled up in the lounge chair pushed next to his, they’re talking about nothing in particular and he’s hyper aware of how close they’re getting right now.

“I don’t know, man, maybe-“ Eddie had started to say when someone else’s voice is louder and catches his attention.

“Oh, I know. Steve’s definitely an asshole”

And he freezes immediately, his body going rigid and growing hot, tears well up in his eyes. He can’t hear anything else and his eyes are blurry now but he has to get away. This is too much, he can’t breathe anymore.

He nearly falls into the pool in his rush to get up and away from everyone. He doesn’t even know who said it, not that it mattered right now. All that matters is getting away, he can’t be near them anymore. Needs to be alone, to breakdown by himself.

Why do it in front of all of them when they so clearly think it’s true?

“Steve’s definitely an asshole” swirls in his head as he forces himself to rush to his room. Clearly, they were just keeping him around as a buffer- because why else would any of them keep him around? Better to let the asshole get beat up instead of kids, right?

He falls onto the floor as soon as his door is shut and let’s out the sob that was stuck in his throat.

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Well that hurt 🥲

(Part two) (part three) (part four) (part five)

#angst #I’m sorry #steve harrington #steddie #steve harrington fic #you can bet your ass the one who said it at the end is Mike #because he’s the biggest asshole to Steve tbh #he was most likely talking with one of Eddie’s band mates #I suck at real dialogue tbh #but I could try at the happy ending this would get #BECAUSE HE DESERVES IT #Desperate Prayers of a Cursed Man fic #nburkhardt writes

[thatcoyperson]

// SESSION 9 SECRET LIFE SPOILERS [the ending] AND I MEAN MAJOR ONES

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I got this idea from what Martyn said during his lore stream the other day and it cured me of my writers block, so I wrote this in a few hours after hearing it

[CW for blood, mentions of death, and I feel like the fact that my friend was saying "it all hurts" for like 30 minutes after reading this counts for something]

• -------- • -------- • -------- •

It’s over Scar. She's dead.

Standing in the ravine, Scar stared blankly at the stone ahead of him as those ghostly words echoed in his mind.

It was over.

He’d won.

Despite everything, he’d won.

A breathy laugh escaped him. It didn't feel like a win. Nothing about this did. It felt hollow and empty, meaningless.

A win was supposed to be a grand show to the world that you can make it to the end, a final showing that it can be done despite everything. One last stand against the world. That's what a win was meant to be.

But this wasn't any of that, not when Scar was stuck frozen in place, the faint rhythmic sound of liquid dripping off the rocks somewhere behind him being the only thing he could hear once the blood rushing to his ears subsided. How was any of this meant to feel like a win, like the grand finale to something that had been the last few months of his life when it was the furthest thing from grand? When he felt the furthest thing from victorious? How was he even meant to feel victorious or grand in a situation like this? He'd spent the whole season alone just trying to make friends, only for him to win by shooting the closest person he has to one of those.

Alone…

He never liked being alone.

How did he win while he was alone?

How did the guy with no friends win?

He laughed to himself, bow still held in one hand, and using the other to push his hair back. A pained smile was painted across his face as he laughed, asking himself how? How did he win? How did he make it this far all alone? How did he manage to tell himself that just one more day, one more day and it would be worth it enough times to where he won? It didn't make sense. Not to him at least.

No matter how long he stood there wondering to himself, there was still one thing that was left to be done. Hit the button.

He had succeeded his task after all, right? Scar had won, despite how meaningless this victory truly was.

All he had to do was hit the button and it would all be over. It would finally end. He could go back to Hermitcraft, his home, his friends. He finally wouldn't be alone anymore.

It didn't quite feel like his own movements when he started to climb out of the ravine, disconnected from everything going on. He desperately ignored the hazy sight of a red shawl to the side of his vision, feeling sick if he put any thought into what he knew was laying under it.

He didn't feel nearly as sick passing by a similar black shawl on the ground up on the surface, orange hair catching his eye for a split second as he slowly made his way across the blood stained grass and battle worn landscape of the world. And, shortly after, he reached the statue that stood in the centre of it all.

The Secret Keeper.

The being that doomed him from the very start. Quietly, he wondered to himself, was it proud? Proud that it's favourite player to mess with - proud that the one it moulded into the unwilling villain - had won? Was it proud of everything it had done, all the pain and suffering it caused? Or did it even think at all. Maybe it was just a simple stone statue, designed to have no will or intention, to have the sole purpose of handing out tasks at random, and Scar was just losing it from being alone for so long. He’d likely never get an answer.

It didn't matter though. Not when he was about to leave, not when he was about to finally be free from this hell he was stuck in, not when he was going to finally be able to see his friends again.

Letting out a shaky breath, Scar reached down and pressed the button.

…

A faint click echoed around the area, and then nothing. Nothing happened. It was just silence. No gust of wind to whisk him away back home, no welcoming voices of the hermits congratulating him on his win as they fade into view. No anything. Just silence. Painfully loud silence. Nothing changed. He was still there. Alone.

“Uhm… haha real- real funny there guys,” Scar chuckled awkwardly, his voice filled with unease. Why was he still here? That should���ve worked. Staring up at the Secret Keeper, he waited for a moment to see if it would react at all.

Nothing.

With a level of anxiety he hadn’t felt before, the button was pressed again, and again nothing happened. The world continued to stand still around him.

The feeling of unease began to grow in Scar’s gut, mixing with fear and making him feel sick all over again. “Aha, ok now thats-” The button was pressed again. Nothing. “-that’s enough this isn’t-” Again. Nothing. “-this isn’t funny anymore- oh god no please.”

Scar’s chest tightened the more he pressed on the button, becoming more and more desperate every press. “No no please just- please just take me home please I can’t do this anymore please.”

Tears began to swell in his eyes, panic truly setting in as he pleaded for an escape. Why wasn’t it working- why wasn’t it doing anything?! Was it broken now that the game was over? Was that why he was stuck- why he couldn’t get this stupid button to work?!

Falling to his knees beside the button, his head hit against the corner of the pedestal it was on. Pain slashed across his forehead at the impact, and he could feel the sickeningly familiar warmth of blood begin to well from the cut.

“PLEASE GOD JUST LET ME GO HOME!” he screamed, hitting the button again and again, his hand becoming sore and bruised the more time went on. The more he begged and pleaded and cried for whatever stupid entity was in control of this game to just let him go.

All he wanted was to go home, to see Jellie, to see his friends, to not be alone anymore. He’d been alone for too long, wasn’t that enough?

Loud cries and desperate pleas slowly turned into quiet sobs, and he brought his hand away from the button, resting them both on the edge of the pedestal beside his head.

“Please…” he sobbed, blood running down into his eyes and mixing with his tears. “Please just let me go.” a moment passed for him to catch his breath. Then, quietly: “I can’t do this anymore, please…”

His pleas went unheard. He was alone.

Alone…

He never liked being alone.

#Im really proud of the writing in this Im gonna be so real #my friends were in shambles after reading this and I mean Im taking that as a good sign #so enjoy the angst #man as a guy who claims to write a lot of hurt/comfort ive been doin a lot of hurt/no comfort lately huh #....eh whatever #secret life spoilers #secret life #goodtimeswithscar #coy writes #I NEVER KNOW HOW TO TAG MY WRITING HELP ME

[iloveacronix]

I just realized that the soundtrack of when Nya found Jay in her vision was the same as in season 10 when Jay sees Nya in the kimono don't talk to me im still coping

#lego ninjago #ninjago #Ninjago jay #Jay walker #Ninjago nya #Nya ninjago #Nya smith #I better see real angst man #I love these 2

[keijiqahara]

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KAISER was the world’s, never really yours. You get reminded time and time again whenever he leaves you alone at home for games far from home and when he gives the same smiles to you as he does his fans. And yet. And yet. Your heart still aches the same even as the years go by, still yearns for his love to be yours, and yours only. They said that hope prevailed wherever love was present, but you weren’t sure if what you ever had with him was love or simply the ghost of an affection you once both had for each other. He said he was yours, so why were you looking at him blowing kisses to his fans through the screen of your tv instead of having your lips against his in that moment? He said he was yours, so why were you clenching his jersey in your hands on your shared bed while he was out partying instead of him embracing you in his warm arms? He said he was yours, and yet he found it so easy to leave you be. You said you were his, but why does your heart sink whenever you see him? You knew the answers to these questions, that this relationship was long overdue, but gosh, it was so hard to let go.

There were times when you thought you knew him as Micha, your beloved boyfriend and not Kaiser, German prodigy of the football world. It was those rare days when he was finally home, and you had your arms wrapped around his waist, his back facing you. You had thought, "But no one else could have him in their arms just like i have now, so he must really be mine." But you knew better. You've kept it up well, painted the illusion you wanted to see, for years deceiving your heart. However, the facade had grown evanescent now. Sure, he was physically close to you right then, but what you really knew was that while you were drowning in the depths of the sea, he was at the surface bound by a glorious ship. Silently hoping for that man to dive in and save your shattered soul, while knowing it would never come.

#i really hate myself #projecting on the fact that ive been REPEATEDLY failing to get my hands on his official merch #BECAUSE THIS MAN IS TOO DAMNED POPULAR FOR HIS OWN GOOD 🤬🤬🤬🤬 #anyways first ever real fic so enjoy pls love me more to come REAL #kaiser x reader #michael kaiser #bllk kaiser #michael kaiser x reader #michael kaiser x you #kaiser x you #blue lock x reader #michael kaiser (derogatory) #kaiser angst

[justaz]

thinking about immortal merlin going to a super famous artist who is known for having super lifelike paintings a few hundred years after arthur dies and telling them their story and having the artist paint arthur just by merlin’s descriptions instead of by a recreation with his magic and just reliving his life in camelot mentally while sitting on this artists couch as they bring arthur back to life for merlin

#like the artist is known for painting the gods in their likeness #painting something so real despite the fact that the muse is something of belief and faith #merlin walking in and asking for the artist to paint a god no one knows of anymore #the artist making a comment of the name arthur sounding like a man rather than a god #and merlin going ‘he is both to me’ #merlin gets free therapy and a lifelike painting of his lost love #and the artist gets a heart wrenching love story and a bunch of money #win win #nothing else the artist paints afterwords ever lives up to their painting of arthur so they reach out to merlin #and merlin gets a bunch of portraits of everyone else from camelot #including his mother #bbc merlin #merlin emrys #arthur pendragon #merthur #angst #i saw sad tiktoks about them and started crying #i kinda wanna write this #i won’t but #it’s a nice thought

[kazutora-kurokawa]

now, cheater!reader x baji? I need his reaction omg

Baji x Cheater!Reader

♡ SFW, cheating obviously, angst no comfort, break up, crying ♡

note: just some quick headcanons cus you're breaking my heart anon 🥲

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🔥 Baji would absolutely lose his goddamn mind because why the hell would you cheat on him?

🔥 He's done nothing but love and support you and he feels extremely betrayed and taken advantage of

🔥 His world is crumbling in his hands because he really thought you were his soulmate, his one and only

🔥 It takes all his willpower to not forgive you or just scoop you up in his arms and hold you close

🔥 He surrounds himself with the rest of the Toman captains, occasionally getting their advice (and getting talked out of contacting you)

🔥 He portrays himself as strong and nonchalant on the outside but he cries by himself when he gets home

🔥 He spends every night scrolling through photos of you two together, thinking about what a future with you could've been like

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Taglist

@arlerts-angel @i-literally-cant-with-this @trevengersprincess @giugiette @katkusuo @happy-trenchcoated-impala @drunkcheesecake @darkstarlight82 @reiners-milkbiddies @manji-hoe

#tokyo revengers x reader #baji x reader #baji angst #tokyo revengers angst #the baji angst is real 🥲 #I think I have another baji request after this lmao 😭 damn y'all love this man (I do too tho 🤭)

[lok1needsahug]

i just call it “fox effect”

#the fic was just the most mouth watering smutty and angsty thing i ever read #literally had a whole enemies to lovers with him #and i am still under a train for him #like no man can use me if he’d ask me to wash his speeder with my tongue i would agree without complain #idk why he has such a power on me but its ok #i lost interest in real man for him #i guess also my aroace ass has a part in this #commander fox #and he has no idea of how much power he have over the fandom #guess ima just write my own oc x fox angst #cc 1010 #we stand commander fox here #we ship clones with characters just because we cant have em #clone wars #star wars the clone wars #star wars #incorrect star wars

[absurdumsid]

GIVE ME A LIST OF SHIPS I SHOULD WRITE A BOOK ABOUT-

OK HERES MY TOP THREE

1. HORRORDUST

2. HORRORDUST

3. HORRORDUST

#im JOKING by the way nacho i hope youre looking at the tags #my real list is horrordust ! kustard (or dustard. if u want angst--) ! and bad sanses poly !! #<- bonus points if u SOMEHOW insert saejun into any of those lmao #sid answers #sid rambles #sorry for the text response grah i cant rlly draw on my phone <- has been havin eyesight issues for a while #<- i dont rlly trust myself to draw w my finger rn LMAO JNFJDNF #HOPE THIS IS OK MAN IM SO SORRYYVCHDNRNC